“You’re a real surprise, Autumn Smith. So now I’m competing against porn stars? Trying to fuck their memory out of your mind?”

“No one is plastered in my memory. But yeah, they were quite good.”

“Were they now?” I growl, and that makes her laugh more. I know it’s cheesy, maybe even a bit silly, but in this moment, surrounded by nothing but the sounds of heavy downpour and under the canopy of the forest, I want to erase every man, fictional or real, from her mind. I want her to remember only me and my cock.

I have the zipper of her parka down in seconds. Thank God I’m sensible enough not to throw it on the wet ground but hang it behind her on a tree she’s leaning against.

Autumn looks around once again and bites her lip.

I tug it free with my thumb. “I’ll never put you in risk or danger. You know that, right?”

She nods, and as if to prove her trust in me, pulls the cashmere pullover over her head.

She stands in front of me in a pale turquoise bra, with her wet hair sticking to her shoulder and face. There are intermittent raindrops falling on the slope of her neck, and I haven’t seen anything more sensual in my entire life.

“No man was wearing so many clothes in those movies. If you’re trying to erase them out of my mind, you’re doing an exceptionally poor job.” She grins.

My heart pounds upon seeing Autumn take my advice to heart. She isn’t shying away from asking what she wants from me. I hope she remembers this when it comes to everyone else in her life.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” She snorts, which quickly morphs into a moan when I pull my sweater and the T-shirt off my body.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

I nod.

“I always thought you’d get tattoos once you retired. But you’re really, really bare. Why?”

I shrug.

“But if you could, what would you like to ink?” Her hands drift from my chest toward my shoulders, finally resting on my biceps. For some reason her soft, tender touch gives me goosebumps.

“You?” I pick her up, and she locks her legs around my waist. “If I can’t have you draped around my body in public, I would plaster your name on every inch of my skin.”

Her breath hitches, and we stare into each other’s eyes. My cock swells between us and she…laughs.

“If you’re laughing, I’m doing a damn shitty job of eradicating those dickhead porn stars out of your mind.” I groan, hiding my smile in the hollow of her neck and biting her skin. “But if I ever decide to tattoo your name on my body, where would you like to see it? Just remember, this is a hypothetical question.”